by Anthology
My head snaps to the hallway when I hear a knock on my front door and my heart speeds up. He’s here. My heart about chokes me as I look at myself one more time, brush my hands down the front of my dress and turn around, picking up my shoes from the floor and walk out of my room. I hop as I slip my high heels on each foot and make my way to the front door. When I open it, a small gasp leaves my mouth. The most gorgeous man is standing outside, holding a beautiful bouquet of flowers. He’s dressed in a light blue button down shirt with navy blue slacks. His blue eyes are magnified by his attire.
“You look…. God, you’re beautiful,” he whispers. I look down almost shyly but when I feel him take my hand I look back up into his eyes. He smiles. “Really beautiful.” My lips turn up into a smile and suddenly my heart steadies. “These are for you,” he says still smiling as he holds the fragrant flowers out to me. I take them from him and start to turn away to take them to the kitchen so I can put them in some water but, instead, I’m pulled close to him and his mouth covers mine. Tingles flow through me in a steady stream. His lips warm, soft. I’ve never felt this way, never had anyone completely overtake me, overwhelm me. His mouth releases mine, but he stays close pressing his forehead against mine. “I’m not sorry. I’ve waited as long as I could to do that but I couldn’t stand it any longer.” His smile is breathtaking.
“I’m not sorry either,” I whisper.
Our breaths come out in pants, and I’m wishing we’d just stay here now, but I move back and his hand slowly slides out of mine. I walk quickly into the kitchen and can’t find anything that can be used as a vase. Finally, digging in the cabinet under the sink, I find an old mayonnaise jar. I clean it out and then fill it with water. After cutting off the end of the stems, I place them in the jar and set it on the breakfast bar counter. I look over by the door and see him leaning against the wall. His arms are crossed over his broad chest and looking all kinds of sexy watching me. My nervousness evaporates as I walk over to him. I stand up on my tiptoes and kiss his lips again because I can. He smiles against my lips and I step back down flat on my feet and smile.
“Let’s go have this date.”
He takes my hand holding onto it as I lock the door behind us, and together we walk out the front door of the complex. “So, what are we doing?” I ask as he opens the passenger door of his truck and I sit down. He winks as he shuts my door and my smile couldn’t be any bigger as I watch him walk around the front of his truck and gets into the driver seat. My heart is racing from the excitement and his closeness. He starts the truck, looks over his shoulder as he backs out and then he starts driving down the road.
He looks over at me and smiles, then keeps his eyes on the road and me, simultaneously. “I thought first, a quiet dinner, then maybe a movie but let’s see where dinner takes us. I like to plan yet I also like to be spontaneous and let things just happen.” He winks at me again, and I don’t think he could be any more gorgeous and breathtaking as he is right this very moment. My smile continues as I nod and start to look out the front window when I feel his hand take mine, his fingers threading through mine. Warmth. When my eyes look at him again, instead of seeing playful Josh, his face has changed into seriousness, his eyes half-mast and full of desire. Damn! Is it getting hot in here? As we continue our way out of town, my mind wanders. I wish we didn’t have to hide. I wish we could walk the streets, holding hands, and act like a normal couple. I’m broken free of my thoughts when his hand squeezes mine and I look over at his smiling face. It’s like he can read my mind, his eyes telling me to stop thinking so hard, that it will all be okay. I smile and then watch the scenery pass by. Now’s not the time to wish how things could be but to live in the moment and cherish what we have. For now.
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As I drive her to our destination, my mind thinks back to when she first opened her door. I about lost it when I saw her. Her black sexy dress and those damn matching high heels sent my heart pounding into overdrive. My heart lodged in my throat at her beauty. When she started to go put the flowers I gave her in water, I couldn’t stop myself from pulling her into me, kissing those full lips. I’ve wanted to do that for so long. It was so much more than I could have imagined. So soft, warm. Her smell invaded me. A little of her perfume and her unique scent all at once overwhelmed me. I didn’t want to let her go.
I blink bringing me back to now as I watch the road. Her hand feels right in mine; everything feels right being with her. How can we wait a whole school year? Sneaking around, hiding. I want to walk down a street with her, holding hands, declaring my feelings for her in public, be able to take her places, and kissing her when I want to. Shit! I can’t think about that. I need to focus on now.
We finally reach the restaurant. Her eyes light up when I pull into a parking place. I get out quickly, reluctant to release her warm hand, and run over to open her door for her. I take her hand again and help her out. After opening the front door for her, I take her to the hostess stand, and we are immediately taken to a half round booth in the back. Thank God I made a reservation as this place is packed. As I sit down, sliding over until I’m beside her, I can tell she’s nervous as she looks around. Her hand is lying on the seat and I cover it with mine. Her eyes snap to me until she’s looking deep into my soul. “Don’t worry, Emma.” I watch as her body relaxes, her smile small.
We order our food, and I get us a bottle of wine. It’s not long before our glasses are filled, and I raise my glass to her. “Here’s to many, many more dates.” I smile. Her beautiful smile widens, the white of her teeth magnified by the candles glowing on our table. She takes a sip and sets her glass down on the table.
“Josh. This is amazing,” she says breathlessly.
I turn more to her, placing my other hand on her cheek, and she closes her eyes briefly. “You’re amazing.” I lean forward, her body copying mine, and kiss those lips. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of her now that I’ve had a taste. Our kiss becomes heated, fast, and I don’t want to stop. Apparently neither does she. I sadly pull away but peck her wet lips twice when our waiter appears. She reluctantly turns, but the smile on her face tells me she enjoyed it too. He takes our orders and is back fairly soon with our food.
“So, tell me about you. I want to know everything,” I ask then take a bite of steak.
She pulls her fork from her mouth, and I watch as her lips slide over it. Damn! She smiles as she chews and then my eyes are glued to her throat as it constricts. “Well, there’s not much to tell. Dad left us when I was three, never having anything to do with us again, and Mom has done everything she possibly can to make sure all my needs are met.” Her body slumps as she speaks. “She’s wonderful. She’s always there for me. My mom has worked two jobs all my life, yet she still sends me what money she can as often as possible.” She sits back up and stabs her salad with her fork and slides a bite into her mouth as she turns her head to me. Her eyes close and I swear I hear a moan leave her. I have to discreetly move my hand under the table and adjust myself. She’s killing me. After swallowing and taking a sip of her wine, she speaks as she sets her glass down. “What about you. What’s your story?” She leans her elbow on the table, resting her chin on her hand and gives me her full attention.
I rest my fork on my plate and wipe my mouth with my napkin. “You’re fortunate to have such a loving mom. My mom passed away when I was ten and my dad when I was eighteen.” She covers her mouth with a gasp. “It’s okay. Yes, I miss them terribly but I’m lucky to have had them in my life that long. My dad had given me my first guitar and paid for lessons. He had been in a band playing at bars, and when I heard him practice it made me want to try harder, ya know?” Her head nods, her chin moving on her hand as she rests it there. “I’ve been a temporary teacher for four years, various schools, but you know all that from class.” Her eyes are casted down and her face falls. Shit! I reach over and pull her chin from her hand, and she looks at me with sadness. “Hey, I’m sorry I brought that up.” I turn in my se
at facing her better and release her chin but take her hand. “I know you’re worried but don’t be. Nothing will happen, but, Emma? But if something does, I’m okay with that too. I’m prepared. If I need to do something else it’ll be worth it. You’re worth it.”
“How can you be so sure?” She whispers.
I give her a smile. “Because. I’ve fallen so deep, so fast for you, Em. I can’t help it. You’re beautiful, smart, caring, and the most selfless woman I’ve ever met. Trust me?” She nods and her sadness evaporates as her smile shows. “Good.” We sit there, just staring into each other’s eyes until our waiter interrupts us.
“More wine, sir, miss?”
We both turn forward. She begins eating, and I give the waiter a nod. After filling our glasses, he leaves us again and as we eat the conversation flows while we talk about so many things. Our likes and dislikes. We laugh and drink, and it has to be one of the best times I’ve ever spent. “You can’t hate on Luke Skywalker. He was the star of the movie!” She laughs as we eat dessert.
“Ah, but Han Solo was the real star! And let’s not forget about Chewbacca.” She laughs at my response.
Her laughter becomes so hard that you can’t hear her at all, just the sight of her body shaking. Suddenly stopping, but still giggling a little, she places her hand down on my thigh, squeezing. “I have to use the ladies room. The wine is going right through me and you’re not helping, making me laugh so hard. I’ll be right back.” She squeezes again, and it hits me right in the place I’ve been trying to shield. I watch her slide from the booth and her cute tight ass as she walks towards the hallway where the restrooms are located. My pulse is racing and not just in the normal place. I’m about to come undone.
I wait for a few minutes, my cock hardening more, and I jump up from the table throwing my napkin on it and head towards the restrooms. The lights are as dim as the restaurant as I walk into the hallway and lean against the wall across from the ladies and men’s rooms. Waiting. The door opens, and my eyes widen but then my anticipation is squashed as a different woman leaves the restroom. How long can it take someone to go to the bathroom and wash their hands? My foot taps against the tiled floor as my patience wears thin. Finally, the door opens again and Emma walks out, her head turned behind her as the door closes. I take the two steps towards her. She gasps as I grab her upper arm and I pull her down to the end of the hallway into the dimmer light, turning her around and pushing her into the wall. My mouth is on hers in an instant. My hand pulls hers up high over her head. I grasp her other hand, pulling it back around my waist and push into her luscious body. She moans, the vibration moving into my mouth as I press my lips hard against hers. Her lips part before I even ask and my tongue dives in, exploring, tangling with hers. She tilts her head back, my mouth searching for hers but takes the opportunity to move down instead latching onto the skin on her neck.
“I want you, Josh,” she whispers in my ear.
My cock pushes against my pants, straining to be inside of her. I think I may have an issue getting out of the restaurant without it being noticed. My mouth moves up her neck, kissing, nipping, until I reach her earlobe then I nip it. Her body starts to writhe against the wall. “God, I want you so badly, Emma,” I whisper in her ear.
Her head turns and I look into her half-mast eyes. “Let’s go. Somewhere. Anywhere,” she breathes out in pants.
Well, she doesn’t have to ask me twice. I whisper back to meet me at the front door and release my hold on her then walk down the hall and straight into the men’s room. It takes me a bit to try to get myself to calm down, thinking of puppies, clouds and finally my mom’s face flashes in my mind, and I deflate quickly. I wash my hands and then practically run to our table, grabbing our waiter on the way to get the check. I literally throw cash down on the table along with a tip and then run to the front door. I almost knock down two people flying out the front door and then trip over the curb getting to my truck, pulling her with me. By the time I get into the driver’s seat I’m thinking she’s probably dying laughing at me but what I find is her sitting there looking at me with the same look she had in the hallway. That just makes me fumble with my keys as I try to get them into the ignition.
“Where should we go?” she asks as I look behind me pulling out of the parking space. Damn! Good question!
I pull out onto the street, looking around quickly and spot a fairly nice hotel. I look over at her and then back at the hotel and I’m thinking, shit, I can’t take her there. She deserves better.
“Perfect!” She all but screams and I give her a look like ‘you’re kidding?’ She nods so fast, like a bobblehead, and I turn into the hotel parking lot, finding a place up close to the entrance and slam it into park.
I turn fully to her and take her hand. “Are you sure, Emma? You deserve roses, wine, and a special place. I don’t know if….”
“Josh. It is special because I’m here with you. Right where I want to be. Please?” The corners of her mouth lifts and her eyes are pleading. She lifts our hands, placing a soft kiss on the top of mine, and I shiver. God, what she does to me.
I take my hand from hers and tell her to stay put then get out of the car and run into the hotel. I get a room and still I feel like I’m a sleaze ball for bringing her here. Shit! I hope the hotel doesn’t think I’m getting a room for an hour. I’ve never ever done this before. Yes, I’ve been with plenty of women not one having a real lasting relationship because they just weren’t right. But Emma? She’s right. I can feel it. I’ve never felt anything like it.
I take the key card and run back out to the car, open her door and help her out then we walk back into the hotel together. It seems to take the elevator doors forever to open but when they do I pull her in with me and hit the button for the eighth floor. I squeeze her hand as I watch the floor numbers move slowly. Very slowly. I can’t take it anymore. I turn around quickly, grabbing her waist and pushing her against the wall. My mouth overtakes hers. At first I think I’ve scared her until her hands move around me, up my back and her fingers thread into my hair. My moan echoes in the small area even though it’s muffled by her mouth. I push into her more as she tugs on my hair, my enlarged cock rubbing against her, straining, yearning for her.
The elevator dings and the doors open. I turn taking her hand and walk quickly through the doors. She’s practically running to keep up with me but when I look over at her she’s got a huge smile on her face. Her eyes are burning through me with desire. We reach the door, and I fumble with the key card, finally opening the door but almost fall when she gives me a shove. She grabs my arm and I turn around. Her mouth latches onto mine instantly. I begin to walk backwards, her mouth still connected, until I hit the bed with my legs. I grasp her upper arms turning us around and gently push her until she falls on the bed, my body following. I place my arms on each side of her, trying to keep my weight from crushing her as our tongues dance together. Suddenly I’m aware of what we are about to do and I pull away, staring into her eyes, searching. Are we about to make a mistake? Will she hate me later? What if this is too soon?
Chapter Five
My chest is rising and falling rapidly against his. I’m breathing so hard and fast I feel like I could hyperventilate. His mouth releases mine and he pulls back. What is he doing? Why did he stop? What the hell? My mind is all over the place. Did I do something wrong? I’m not good enough for him.
“Emma. Are you sure this is what you want?” His eyes are full of lust, desire, but they search mine like he’s not sure or questioning what we’re about to do.
“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life, Josh. Please?” I whisper.
I barely see the corner of his mouth turn up before his mouth is on mine again. His hand covers my breast and my hips buck up into his straining member. God, he feels huge! I want him inside me so badly. My hands move of their own accord into his soft hair, tangling, pulling. His hand moves down over my stomach and then under the hem of my dress pulling it up until
it’s around my waist, then his hand travels back up until it pushes under my bra and over the bareness of my breast. His fingers tweak the nipple and I push up again. “Too…. Many…. Clothes….” I breathe out, breathless and feeling out of control.
He’s off me in an instant pulling me up with his strong hands, and I just sit there trying to catch some much needed oxygen while he pulls my dress up and over my head. I should be embarrassed, sitting there in only my black lacy bra and matching panties, but I’m not. His eyes scan down my body, and then he licks his full bottom lip as they move back up until they reach my eyes. I lay down watching him crawl back and off the bed. His eyes bore into me as I watch him undress. He releases each button on his shirt, slowly. When he removes his slacks, I see just how huge his cock is, straining to come out but when he pushes his boxers down, I gasp. How in the hell will that fit in me? My legs close feeling the wetness between them. My eyes snap to his and I see a small smile on his face and notice how dark blue his eyes have changed to. Gorgeous and hot!
He crawls back over me. He removes my panties. His strong hands push my thighs until my legs part. “Don’t be nervous,” he whispers. “I won’t hurt you, Em.”
I nod, slightly, with a jerk. My heart rate increases as I watch him take his cock in his hand. He begins to slide it up and down over my wetness. Damn, that’s hot! Anticipation is beginning to get to me when he leans over me, and then I feel the tip move inside. I spread my legs wider. My hands are fisting into the comforter. It moves in more, stretching me. “Don’t go slow, Josh. Please. I can take it,” I say looking deep in his eyes.
“You’re so tight. Em, are you a virgin?” I nod and the tip of his cock is suddenly gone. He looks like he’s rethinking about his decision, unsure. I give him a pleading look and nod again. He starts to nod but then thrusts into me, hard. A pain hits me deep in my core, ripping along with his hugeness. I close my eyes tight then I feel the warmth of his hand on my cheek as he stills. “Did I hurt you, Emma? Are you okay, sweetheart?”